Am
We sat and decided as the seasons collided
Em Am
That our love was purely utopian
If it wasn’t for my pills, my psychiatric bills
Em Am
And your unreliable fallopian.
Then I guessed we’d be fine, embraced on cloud nine
Em Am
Emotionally impossible to sever
You’d turn around quickly and ever so sickly
Em Am
I’d tell you I’d love you forever.
Em Am
If only you’d give me my Lev Yashin poster back
Em Am
Six months ago I returned your brown anorak
Em Am
But you keep forgetting and it’s far too upsetting
Em Am
So baby Ferenc Puskas to you, to you
Em Am
Baby Ferenc Puskas to you.
Am
And you know it’s a shame but we were never the same
Em Am
On account of your stupid amnesia
Through teardrops I stare at the wall that’s now bare
Em Am
And I reach for the Milk of Magnesia.
And I’ll die on the floor and leave a note on the door
Em Am
Saying “This ape has just left Gibraltar”
And in hell it will rain and I’ll say once again
Em Am
That I’d stand next to you at the altar.
Em Am
If only you’d give me my Lev Yashin poster back
Em Am
Six months ago I returned your brown anorak
Em Am
But you keep forgetting and it’s far too upsetting
Em Am
So baby Ferenc Puskas to you, to you
Em Am
Baby Ferenc Puskas to you. With boots on.